relax, crane...
i am not like
other humans
R. Wilson
and you, moon,
strolling into
a summer cloud
*
unable to sleep,
I wade into the darkness,
feeling for words
*
wading through mist,
a mango tree
clutching darkness
*
too keyed up
to sleep---
the moon!
*
autumn twilight---
a fisherman
reels in the moon
Robert D. Wilson
all the rains of June
and one evening secretly
through the pines the moon
(1718- 1787)
relax, crane...
i am not like
other humans
R. Wilson
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